This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.
There was the green and yellow walking stick one of the Masai warriors had presented her on their trip to Kenya. On that trip she was able to witness the great migration of the wildebeest. She said that was her most prized memory ever. And on another shelf was the picture I had taken of Uluru just after sunrise.
She started traveling late in life. She intensified her schedule as her health declined sharply. She continued to add to her list of places she wanted to visit.
The latest travel magazine arrived today.
I’m still adding to her list.
Oh Danny Boy! 
I like where you took this. Memories and a bucket list. Well done.
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I started my real travels this year… My box will be FULL by the time I leave this earth…
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It gets worse. Mailman must hate me.
DJ
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Oh dear…
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This reminds of my mother before she got dementia… her final trip was to the Galapagos.
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Nice story. I’m guessing she’s dead?
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Yes!
DJ
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Nice take. I think as we get older the list of places we wish we could visit keeps growing.
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Glad to be back in the USA. Spent last 30+ days in Australia and New Zealand.
DJ
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Good to see you back, DJ.
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